Tightrope

a precipice...
we walk a tightrope
a waterfall above, below

gravity...
with force compelling
pulling like a river's flow

a hurricane...
that keeps on blowing
lightning striking all around

we're balancing
as we keep going
far above the distant ground

with cacophony...
its overwhelming
reverberations in the air

surrounding us
and penetrating
to the place inside that's where

serenity
is everlasting
always was and too will be

illuminating
and exciting
inside you and inside me